The Smell of Absence

A whiff of your cologne, like a ghost in the breeze,

lingers in spaces, brings me to my knees.

Heavy as fog, it wraps around me tight,

a haunting reminder, a longing ignites.

The door creaked ajar, and I felt you slip through,

a presence once solid, now faded to blue.

Each scent tells a story, a warmth left behind,

a memory drifting, like smoke intertwined.